Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Austria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Chocolate Watch Band to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Rites of Spring,
Groovy Waters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brick,
Mission of Burma,
Ohio Players,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Zeros,
ABBA,
Byron Stingily,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Sam Rivers,
Jawbox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sex Pistols,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skaos,
Surgeon,
Grauzone,
Bobby Sherman,
The Raincoats,
The Residents,
World's Most,
Sight & Sound,
Skriet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Mills,
Mandrill,
Youth Brigade,
Junior Murvin,
Model 500,
The Selecter,
A Certain Ratio,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed,
Deadbeat,
Scratch Acid,
H. Thieme,
Funkadelic,
David Axelrod,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television Personalities,
Adolescents,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aaron Thompson,
The Human League,
The Evens,
the Normal,
B.T. Express,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Kinks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalann,
Parry Music,
Davy DMX,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.